Chapter 830: with translation of chapter title

NO．199：It's mainly because a senior proved that demon fragments aren't being shipped.

Just as it's quite convenient for Digital Monsters, Digital Tamers, and a certain horse-girl female ghost to open a data space, super agents pulling people into computers is just as easy.

Not long after, Jie Si Ti Si had already pulled that familiar alien out of the screen, tumbled, and sprang up swiftly—it's hard to say whether this is the result of Sai Luo's training or just his habit of popping out of the screen, which he's practiced into a rather cool move.

He, however, ended up looking cool, while the silver-armored, yellow-bodied Nairuju alien beside him took a nasty fall, ending up in a messy heap.

Fortunately, his outfit looked sturdy enough; after Aomo helped him up, he could still use his crystal-like eyes to observe the surroundings.

"Um… Mr. Linton, where is this?"

"Central Tressen," Aomo replied, "Since you haven't been registered yet, please don't rush out of this classroom."

"……Is this not a good idea?"

"Someone who runs an underground lab in another school's premises saying that really lacks persuasiveness." Sai Luo, sitting not far away and still holding a game console, said while shaking his arms twice.

In today's era when deeply immersive games are all the rage, there are still many players whose daily lives are busy, leaving only fragmented time, which allows the vitality of these handheld consoles to persist.

It's even escalated—more advanced projection screens, more comfortable button joysticks; a tiny handheld can expand into a small rig, to the point that even Ultraman enjoys playing with it.

In the eyes of the somewhat old-fashioned Xiao Lu, it was once astonishing to the point of seeming heavenly.

It's a pity that, although he's eager to get started, right now it's still class time.

Not only does he have to be a student now, but his future has already been casually decided as 'going to prison'.

He's practically hit rock bottom in life, to the extent that he couldn't, with his usual good upbringing, immediately worry about the fatigue of travel, and then Mr. Fu was even cued by Sai Luo.

"Don't take it to heart, it was just an offhand remark." Aomo still patted Fu on the back and immediately brought him a chair.

"We only have this kind of chair here; a sofa might appear in a couple of days."

"Uh, it's fine." Fu, who had thought he was getting special treatment, felt a bit uneasy.

"No, no, no, it does matter; I've indeed felt a need for this lately." Aomo said, and also handed him a cup of tea.

He has indeed been considering adding a long sofa to the activity room.

Originally just a lounge for a few people, it now frequently hosts guests.

Work-related matters are fine enough; if it weren't for needing to rush Xiao Lu's lessons, Aomo could easily take everyone to the office reception room and even show off his monster card collection.

A fisherman's prideful urge to show off is stirring.

Too bad it's not convenient.

Setting work aside, the number of horse-girls visiting the activity room has been increasing lately.

Just like now, Aimu Zhiji is sitting in the chair by the window, holding her own stuffed plush toy in her arms.

She is also self-aware, not interfering with the teaching proceedings here.

Even when two people burst out of Aomo's screen—such a commotion—her gaze merely shifted briefly from her phone and plush toy.

She then shifted her gaze back, clearly not very interested.

She naturally counts as low-maintenance, of the same type as Chazuo, who sits quietly nearby brewing coffee.

By contrast, Suzi, who stands at the lab bench scribbling drawings as if she has some new ideas, though she occasionally mutters to herself or even lets out a couple of irritated shouts, is still relatively well-behaved thanks to the soundproof barrier.

The newly arrived Qianming and Bai Ren, however, are different.

The former hasn't even taken off his white coat from the infirmary work, while the latter is sweating on his forehead, clearly having run all the way here.

What far-off place is this person running off to slack off again…… Aomo had a guess, but chose to keep it to himself.

The person involved didn't even think to bring it up, opening with: "Want to talk about what happened yesterday?"

Regarding yesterday's Zhongshan Tressen Academy brawl, many matters remain unresolved.

Whether it's the forces behind Hei'an Gona or the judgment against the academy head for illegally establishing an underground lab, no results were given that day.

Only related reports flooded everywhere.

Whether it's condemning the academy head for planting hidden dangers, worrying about the school being attacked, or reporting on the two 'strange' Ultramen, etc., etc. —all were the day's hottest topics.

Even tabloids joined in.

Some fabricated love-hate stories between the academy head and aliens, others linked the two Triple Crown horse-girls appearing at the academy with the new trainer at the forefront of trends, and even when conspiracy theories spun, they could drag in the student council president who had rumors with that new trainer—version updates spread incredibly fast.

Saying it was a carnival night in public opinion would not be an exaggeration.

With the G1 race taking center stage, the top ten hotspots in Jiemen District were unexpectedly occupied four spots by a single case, even pushing down the news of a famous commentator's race prediction to second place.

The heat of holding the number-one hot search spot lasted a full ten hours before being barely toppled by the URA Association's match-preview promotional video release.

This is the value of an event where tags like Ultraman, horse-girls, and terrorist attacks coexist.

At the same time, it let Sai Luo and Xiao Lu start announcing from yesterday:

"Can't go home, bro. jpg"

"Do you still remember Aomo saying that if they were exposed, how many people could surround their doorstep?"

"Whether or not we can go back is secondary; the real question is whether staying at this school will really cause trouble." Sai Luo stared at the screen and asked.

He's still struggling; it seems only a monster zone change could lift his spirits.

"You should have confidence in Central's security!" Qianming, standing behind Aomo with both hands on the chair he's sitting in, said lightly and cheerfully, "Actually, when it comes to the threat that some extreme fanatics pose to horse-girls, it's not at all lower than any retaliation you might provoke."

"After all, there's a possibility that some dangerous Ascendants could become extreme fans," Aomo calmly added, "and just as I said yesterday, they only have a few days, so they might not have time to make small moves."

"But they'll definitely make a move on race day, right?" Xiao Lu said.

"So we're just postponing the real showdown to the 26th," Bai Ren, standing beside Qianming with arms crossed, said, "There's not much difference, but couldn't we strike earlier?"

"Yes, Mr. Linton," Fu, who was closely following this topic, immediately asked, "Did that Hei'an Gona yield any results from the investigation?"

As soon as that question came up, even Sai Luo lifted his head, and Xiao Lu and Jie Si Ti Si were no exception.

"Regarding this question, I have both good news and bad news; which would you like to hear first?"

"Can't you just spill it all at once instead of teasing?" Bai Ren grew a bit impatient.

"Give me the bad news," Sai Luo said bluntly.

"Hei'an Gona is indeed a resurrected soul, brought back by the necromancer Robertus, but a seal was placed on him, and he dissipated before he could reveal much information."

Hearing this, several people frowned.

"Any good news?"

"The Retrograde Time Official has arrived; they applied partial time reversal to him, rewinding him back and forth four rounds, using the utter chaos of Hei'an Gena's spirit as the price, and managed to extract some decent information, including the location where the demon fragments are stored."

""

Silence fell over the scene, and Sai Luo suddenly asked, "Just the demon fragments?"

"Yes, the memories of Hei'an Gena can confirm that the Artificial Belial plan indeed exists, but they didn't retain more specific details; all we know is that Lei Botesi and his team are responsible."

"He's actually just a low-level functionary in the organization, right?" Bai Ren said irritably.

"That's highly likely, but Xiao Lu…"

"Huh?"

Xiao Lu, who had just been lost in thought, looked up at Aomo.

"Hei'an Gena will no longer appear in any vision you can see, just as I said before—don't yield to the prophecy." Aomo stood up, walked over, and patted his shoulder.

"If you still see any visions, just tell us directly."

"……Okay, Aomo-san."

"The police have launched another operation, raiding several hideouts exposed by Hei'an Gena; if any clues about the Artificial Belial surface, they'll notify us immediately—though I suggest waiting, but you and Sai Luo probably can't sit still."

"I'll send you the coordinates; whether you convince others to help is up to you."

"Aomo-san, you're not planning to take action?" Xiao Lu was somewhat surprised.

He had clearly been following them all along.

"The race is coming up—we can't just leave the horse girls unattended and run around ourselves." He slightly raised his chin to indicate Aimu Zhiji in the distance, and Aomo shrugged.

"If you really need help, you can still call me—I'll teleport over right away, like a support character in a fighting game, I'll help you break an opening and then return… Hey Xiao Lu, can you draw some blood for me to make cards?"

"……"